What happens when a kingdom discovers a truth that was never meant to exist? The king of Himachal Pradesh. Five powerful princes-raised to believe they knew their bloodline, their legacy, their family. Until one truth shatters everything. There is another heir. A princess. Hidden. Erased. Unspoken. A princess whose very existence was buried by her own mother. Mahnoor-a Vitiligo princess, marked by difference, raised far away from the kingdom that should have been hers. Living in Italy, unknown to the world that was meant to bow to her. While her brothers rule with power and pride... she lives in silence. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the truth finally surfaces-when the king and his sons discover the daughter they never knew existed-blood will question blood, power will clash with truth, and a forgotten princess will return... not just to be seen- but to be reckoned with. Because some heirs are born into crowns... and some are hidden from them.

#1- littleRomance. ||Inside the big Raghuvanshi Hospital in Mumbai, everyone is afraid of Dr. Agastya. He is the best heart surgeon, but he is very cold. People call him the "Ice King." Four years ago, a woman broke his heart. Since then, he decided never to love anyone again. He only cares about his work and his hospital. He tells his mother, "My heart is like a stone now, and stones do not break." Far away in a peaceful town called Varanasi, a girl named Sara sits by the river. She is holding her mother's old stethoscope. Sara has had a very hard life. Her father was a mean man, but she was brave enough to leave him. She has a dream: she wants to become a great doctor to make her late mother proud. Sara does not know that her life is about to change. She is moving to the big city of Mumbai to work at Agastya's hospital. Agastya thinks he can stay cold forever. Sara thinks she is only going there to work. But fate has a different plan. These two different people are about to meet. One knows how to fix hearts, and the other is about to teach him how to feel again. The story of the Cold Surgeon and the Junior Doctor starts now. ___________________________________ 🌟✨"This is my very first story. I'm still learning, so feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think!"✨🌟

A young 16-year-old girl who struggles to not only take care of herself in this cruel world but also to look after an 11 years old girl and a 2years old boy by herself Not to mention the druggy parents she lives with which increases the question of the safety of kids which she is taking care of What happens when her 'father' took matters too far and mother not even caring What happens when she finally escaped with the two kids? How will she survive and take care of all her responsibilities? What if there is a certain blue-eyed boy from her school who won't stop invading her personal space again and again Find out ROSE THE GIRL WHO SURVIVED ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I always saw you as my mother even back then and even now, I love you mom" "Mama I ov ou" "You deserve the love; care; Softness; smiles you keep giving others not the tears you keep for yourself" "You don't know what it is to be me" "OMG YOU ARE SO PRETTY.... wait is that a scar?" "Believe me rose you are the by far strongest girl I've ever met" "Why hide your feelings in a shell?" "WE ARE LEAVING LET'S GO"

"𝑴𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵 𝑲𝑶 𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑯𝑨𝑨𝒀𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝒀𝑰 𝑹𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑲𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰, 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰-𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰" ________________________________ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏... 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... "𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂" - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒊... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. ________________________________ "𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬"... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆- "𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆" 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔. 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅... 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ________________________________

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#trending 1 on 17-10-25 (#book-2 of PAKHI ) PROLOGUE :- I've seen the love that burned its own home to ashes. I've seen him drown himself in alcohol-not for pleasure, not for addiction-but to escape her. To blur the edges of the memories that refused to fade. Her presence haunts him like a ghost he can't outrun. And his heart... I've seen it clench, tremble, shatter. Over and over again. I was there when he fell to his knees for her. I've witnessed every single change in him-because of her. She didn't just love a monster... she changed him. She turned the devil into a man. And yet- She left. Left him with nothing but misunderstandings and silence. And now, their lives have once again dived into the same ocean they once tried to swim across together- An ocean full of hate, betrayal, ruthlessness. New entries are coming-people who will twist their fate. Old secrets are still buried, hidden faces moving the pieces behind the destruction I'm standing in the middle of. He once burned a country when he said he hated her. And she? She stood still. Took everything he threw at her. The pain. The humiliation. The disrespect. Like she was born to carry it. But just think. Just think for a moment. Just for a fucking moment- What happens... when they love each other again? What happens when the misunderstandings clear, when the pain turns to passion, when the hate turns into something softer, deeper, dangerous? What happens when he claims her again? If hate made him burn the world- What the hell will love make him do?

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - his massive admiration ╰┈➤ EKANSH SINGH RANAWAT [27] king of udaipur and ruthless underworld mafia boss. I have seen admiration all my life. Women don't look at me - they look at the crown. At the Ranawat name. At the legacy I carry on my shoulders. They fall for the title. For the power. For the Raj gaddi. But the day I saw her... everything changed. Ananya Aradhya Singhania. She didn't look at me like I was a throne to sit on. She looked at me like I was just a man. No greed in her eyes. No calculation. No hunger for status. Just calm. Just grace. Just something untouched by this fake world. She doesn't try to impress me. Maybe that's why I lost. This isn't attraction. This isn't ego. This is love. For the first time in my life, I don't want to conquer. I want to protect. And I swear on my life - my only aim now is to stand between her and every storm. If loving her means becoming softer, then I'll become softer. ╰┈➤ ANANYA ARADHYA SINGHANIA [22] University student ,princess of jaipur I hate royal blood. People think royalty means grace and power. I think-it means [secrets and betrayal]. I was just 10 when my mother died. after 1 year , my father married to my mother 's assistant. Everyone called it fate. I call it murder. At twelve, I left for boarding school - away from Jaipur, away from marble walls that felt like cages. In this world, I only care about two people: my brother, the present King of Jaipur - the only exception - and my best friend, Meera Mehra The rest of the royal world? Keep it away from me. Especially him. Ekansh Singh Ranawat. He roams around me like some bhatakti aatma. What does he think - that he's some king or something? Well... technically he is. But that doesn't impress me. Royal blood is dangerous. And I promised myself I'd never let it rule my heart. No crown is worth my peace. No king is worth my trust.

Serendipity: The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. Marabella Athena Russo was taken away from her dad, and 7 older brothers at 5 years old. Her life wasn't easy- but despite the hardships, she was still able to make a name for herself. New school, secrets, 33 crazy overprotective men, and your big brothers best friend can all make life a little hectic. He loved her recklessly and without conditions, but will she learn to love again? "I'm the King of my world, and I'm making you my Queen." -Alexei Romanov Book 1 in the Romanov Series COMPLETE

-𝐓𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞!- She sank to the floor, knees pulled in, her breath unsteady. "Some nights I feel like I'll disappear," she whispered. Ehan moved without urgency, lowering himself beside her. His hand found her arm, steady, warm-then gently, carefully, he drew her closer. She didn't resist. He shifted, guiding her onto his lap, slow enough to let her pull away, but she didn't. His arm settled around her, holding her there, while his other hand moved through her hair-soft, unhurried, smoothing it back, then lingering. Her head rested against his chest. For a moment, she stilled-listening his heartbeat-steady, unrushed. "Then I'll stay awake with you," he murmured, his voice low above her, "until you remember you're still here." Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. She buried her face into the side of his neck, the restraint slipping as quiet sobs escaped her. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Ehan's arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer against his chest. He didn't say anything. Didn't ask her to stop. Just held her there, closer than before, letting her stay in the space she had finally allowed herself to fall into. -⁠☆ Pakhi is like a small bird - quiet, careful, and carrying hidden scars from a world that never made room for her. She expresses herself through her writing, the only place she feels safe to be seen. Ehan is like a full moon - bold, bright, and sometimes reckless, but with shadows of loss he can't hide. Where she hesitates, he moves with daring; where he burns too brightly, she offers calm. In a world of darkness, the bird finds its way by the moon, and together they discover light even in the deepest shadow.

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) # Top10 in India on 07.05.2026